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No Thicker Blood
They say blood is thicker than water, but would it be enough? The end of the civil war was an interesting time for the Carson family, picking up the pieces of a forgotten childhood, a time when the only thing worth fighting over was Mama’s biscuits. Kurt paced the parlor floor anxiously waiting for his brothers return, he earnestly wanted to reconnect with his little brother Jake, but still he felt betrayed, growing up they were rarely separated, and when war broke out, his brother left the farm to side with the Union, something he still struggled to understand, how could Jake leave every thin...
Off-Piste
Sensitivity Warning-Mention of actual events that involve the taking of lives.It all got a bit too hard. I had to retreat to heal. She was killed by snipers in 2002 while driving in her car in the D.C. area. Just a simple outing hoping to find a special gift for our anniversary. The same route taken daily to go to work. Nothing extraordinary about the day other then the fact that she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Two snipers, a man and his pseudo son took to shooting random victims as a ploy to cover a murder scheme. My wife was killed along with several others during a 3-week reig...
A Soldier's Surprise
Colorless smoke curled from the crater, shimmering like the ghosts of Yershai’s comrades.His friends.Crix. Indoph. Tinseff. Del’lor. Melawa. All gone. All—Yershai felt the next explosion before he saw it. By the time he did see it, the shockwave was already upon him, sending him tumbling across the compound like a ball punted by a giant.He… was still alive. Still… *** “Yo!” Crix’s voice—coming from the mess hall, as per usual. The man somehow got there before everyone else every morning, cooks included. And he claimed he didn’t sleep there.Yershai lifted a hand in response, intending to move o...
River
Mountain once told me that flowing is the privilege of all things, not just rivers. Between sun and ocean, invisible air becomes water-laden wind, flowing in gyres toward the highlands. Drops of rain flow, first apart then together, becoming streams, becoming ponwww.onedoor.ccds, and finally becoming me. I am River, one of many, and within me flow countless motes of earth, stone, life, and everything in between.One day, a boy and his father visited one of my banks. Most creatures of the land tended to take a drink when I afforded them the chance, but humankind had other pursuits. From an assortment of long...